Personal Narrative-High School

I was seated in the rear end of the Olive Garden, which all in all was pretty quiet, save for a kid's occasional outburst. About halfway through my pasta, an elderly couple sits in front of me and my family's table.They take their order and proceed normally. Then ten minutes or so after they had been seated, two men, probably fresh out of high school sat down with them. One of the two was slightly taller and gave the shorter a reassuring look. From my table, they were facing forwards with their backs to my table so naturally, I was able to see the moment they cautiously held hands. I smiled to myself, it’s always nice to see a couple getting more serious. This was probably the first time the shorter guy had introduced them. The shorter was
clearly the child of the elderly couple, because of his blond hair and well he called them mom and dad. Anyway, upon sitting down, the elderly couple's kid introduced his boyfriend to them. Then it became clear to me what was happening apparently, the parents didn't know their kid was gay because the dad became very angry and the mother Actually started to cry. They said things straight from TV, things I never imagined happened in real life "Where did we go wrong?", and "Being gay is a sin!". Things I would expect homophobic parents to say to their gay kid, but for some reason, I didn't really think would actually say. The guy's parents left in a storm and he started crying immediately after they left. Not bawling, but the way people cry when it gets them by surprise. His boyfriend wrapped his arm around him and said something softly I couldn't hear from where I was. They paid and left without finishing their meal. I stared. The whole thing ruined my day. I'm eating sonic next time and staying in my homophobe-free car.